Maddy Bailey takes no offense [via].
Frank Zappa conducted Ravel’s Bolero, one of the most boring compositions ever, but added a Reggae beat. Why not?
The Cadillac Three make some fun noise. Never met ’em, but I grew up with some just like ’em. Good people.
Holy crap! Look at the lineup of that John Lee Hooker backup band!
Have a great weekend, folks. Boogie chillun’.
“In the mid twentieth century there was made a series of photographs advertising Soviet “An” planes to western buyers. Some of these photos have been revealed just recently. Party leaders didn’t allow them to be used abroad and the photos were kept in the archives of “Antonov” company.”
[Image and caption found in here. More about the Ukraine-based company here.]
[Found here. Mattias Inks is awesome.]
How to remove a stuck ring w/ dental floss [via here].
Papa Charlie Jackson‘s “Airy Man Blues” (1924) had some unusual chord changes.
“Grog” is old Brit naval slang for “grogham,” a cloak worn by Vice Admiral Edward Vernon (known as “Old Grogham”) who realized that sailors were hoarding their daily rum rations for later binges. In 1740 he decreed:
“To Captains of the Squadron! Whereas the Pernicious Custom of the Seamen drinking their Allowance of Rum in Drams, and often at once, is attended by many fatal Effects to their Morals as well as their Health, the daily allowance of half a pint a man is to be mixed with a quart of water, to be mixed in one Scuttled Butt kept for that purpose, and to be done upon Deck, and in the presence of the Lieutenant of the Watch, who is to see that the men are not defrauded of their allowance of Rum.”
THAT likely pissed off a lot of swabs. [USNI has more here.]
“On August 29, 1916, the U.S.S. Memphis was wrecked on the beach at Santo Domingo City, Santo Domingo, by enormous seas which were unaccompanied by any wind whatsoever.” [Eyewitness story here.]
From the Well Look At That Department:
After accounting for all income, charity, and non-cash welfare benefits like subsidized housing and Food Stamps—the poorest 20% of Americans consume more goods and services than the national averages for all people in most affluent countries.
A Humble Request. Thanks to all contributors and those of you who continue to donate. We’re trying to hold onto her apartment for when she’s ready to return.)
From the Archives: 1 year ago. 5 years ago. 10 years ago.
[Top image: A coworker shot this photo of a hotel basement conference center grand stairway. I liked the composition and color transitions.]
Papa John Creach (1917-1994) performed with Louis Armstrong, Fats Waller, Stuff Smith, Charlie Christian, Big Joe Turner, T-Bone Walker, Nat King Cole and Roy Milton. Later he toured with Hot Tuna and Jefferson Airplane / Jefferson Starship.
Buddy Guy always looks like he’s having fun. This concert is from 1994 [via Mme. Jujujive].
Now THIS is killer.
Gatemouth Brown and Roy Clark picking jump blues speedgrass to Duke Ellington‘s “Take The A Train” in 1979.
Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks. Go fire up the grille and burn something tasty.
[Found here and here. The 3rd one I cropped, reversed, spliced, looped and resized from, um, here. Click on any .gif above to hear awesome.]
BTW, this post is kind of a landmark as we’ve been collecting .gif animations and posting three or more every Friday. That means we’ve got about 1,800 cool in our Archives. Have at ’em.
On Friday, 3 August 2007, the date of our first posted post that was posted, the world twitched imperceptibly, a global nanoflinch, an earthquake with the power of a morning fart, or less. It’s our 11th Anniversary, because this:
3 August 2007 – Whelped
3 August 2008 – 1st year Blogoversary
3 August 2019 – 11th year Blogoversary!
As of that (missed) date, there were 4,731 posts in our archives.
Steal, lift, purloin, burgle and abscond with anything you find here, just link back and give us credit for finding the stuff before you did.
We’ve featured the Top 11 Posts every year since 3 August 2008 and this year is no different. There are some surprises, and I still don’t know why some get an exorbitant amount of hits while others fade.
The numbers adjacent to the titles indicate ranking for the previous 12 months, followed by the previous year’s ranking, and the third number is for all-time popularity (August 2007 – August 2019).
“NR” denotes “Not Ranked.”
Click on any image below and it’ll take you to the original post. So let’s go!
No. 11/NR/563 – The Stomach Contents Of A Giant Isopod
No. 10/NR/901 – The .GIF Friday Post No. 472 – Cooler Pwnd, Dance Hard & Warehouse Windsurfing
No. 9/NR/148 – Here’s the Grub, Bub.
No. 8/3/94 – Hello. I Am Mr. Google.
No. 7/NR/850 – A Humble Request.
This was a complete surprise to me. Thanks to all for your generous donations. -Bunk
No. 6/5/82 – Beads, Beer, Boobs & Blues = Heureux Mardi Gras!
No. 5/2/52 – Meet The Beetles
No. 4/4/151 – The Kluck Klams
No. 3/8/250 – Bigass Ammonite Fossil is not a Bigass Ammonite Fossil
No 2/1/43 – The .Gif Friday Post No. 445 – Demolition Demon, Roll Survivor & Rock This Way
And the Number One Post for the past 12 months is:
Posted on 2 September 2011, this wins with a score of 1/NR/40 for completely unknown reasons (and yeah, the zombie squid is kinda disturbing, so you’re forewarned).
Thanks for all your visits, favorites and linkys, and I wish you all the best.
Bunk
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